Morbid & Sadistic - Tumblr Posts
"Weißer, weißer, weißer als weiß.
Weiter, weiter durch's ewige Eis.
Heller, heller, weißer als weiß.
Weiter, weiter durch's ewige Eis." ©
Art: Lunatic Sun /traditional artwork/
"It is thy mouth that I desire, Iokanaan. Thy mouth is like a band of scarlet on a tower of ivory. It is like a pomegranate cut in twain with a knife of ivory. The pomegranate flowers that blossom in the gardens of Tyre, and are redder than roses, are not so red. The red blasts of trumpets that herald the approach of kings, and make afraid the enemy, are not so red. Thy mouth is redder than the feet of those who tread the wine in the wine-press. It is redder than the feet of the doves who inhabit the temples and are fed by the priests. It is redder than the feet of him who cometh from a forest where he hath slain a lion, and seen gilded tigers. Thy Mouth is like a branch of coral that fishers have found in the twilight of the sea, the coral that they keep for the kings!.. It is like the vermilion that the Moahites find in the mines of Moab, the vermilion that the kings take from them. It is like the bow of the King of the Persians, that is painted with vermilion, and is tipped with coral. There is nothing in the world so red as thy mouth…
Suffer me to kiss thy mouth."
© Oscar Wilde, "Salomé"
/art: Lunatic Sun/
I should post more often, but I am depressive slop. :D
But yesterday I saw such a beautiful tweet, and couldn’t handle it.
You can consider the screen from PSL Tale as an Easter egg, if you know what I mean. ;}
/Lunatic Sun/
/up: The Arcana game (PSL Tale)
below: art by Lunatic Sun
Text by: mars_adler on Twitter (now known as X)/
Such an old piece. Something 'bout mortido.
Sorry not sorry. :D
🔻🔻🔻
🔻TW: slight gore & decapitation
/© Lunatic Sun. 2022/
"Quaestor Valdemar wasn’t interested in people in general. But suddenly a young man came into their dungeons, barehanded, with an armful of deadly aconites and a desperate look in his eyes. They couldn’t resist. Doctor № 069 became their favorite – object of studies, of course – and, oh, he was so willing to assist them."
Art: Lunatic Sun
Text: Apostle Jay
(Part 1 of 3)
Doctor №069 was napping on the couch in his room in the Dungeons. Hearing Quaestor's footsteps nearby, he sleepily responded:
– Behold, my Death cometh…
(based on a true story, sorry not sorry. Thank Apostle Jay for inspiration)
P. S. Beware: I'm (not only me) the uncompromising shipper Valdemar/Julian from the first time:
And because of this:
You've been warned. The right of appeal is eliminated.
(I was just waiting for the song that would fit perfectly with the whole atmosphere that I had in mind. So I found it.)
/art ©Lunatic Sun/